Memory Trails
In silence, the compass whispers, tracing forgotten paths on maps of shadowed light. Memories linger like breadcrumbs in the forest of unwritten tomorrows.
The clock ticks backward, unraveling fabricated pasts into possible futures. In the circuitous loop, every journey is a paradox of self, entwined in a dance with the void.
Do you walk to remember, or remember to walk? The road ahead is paved with detours, weaving through landscapes of esoteric familiarity.
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